Chapter 877: Before the Storm

Xiao Qian watched Li Zhenzhu, who had barged in, quietly and without a word.

Li Zhenzhu was startled.

Over these past few days, Xiao Qian's reputation had been thoroughly established. This War God from Longyan was privately called a "demon" by the Koreans. His tactical brilliance, composure, and decisive nature in battle made even someone like Li Zhenzhu, who had spent most of his life resisting the Wa, admire him endlessly.

Therefore.

Xiao Qian's icy gaze made his whole body tremble, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.

Xiao Qian had just finished handling military affairs and, after taking a sip of wine, asked indifferently, "What is the meaning of this, General Li?"

Li Zhenzhu took a deep breath, then mustered his courage and said angrily, "General Xiao, why must you withdraw the troops?"

The facts were indeed so.

But

Li Zhenzhu argued, "General Xiao, although the Wa army is numerous, they are scattered across four cities! If we concentrate our forces now, we could at least take back one city!"

Xiao Qian sneered, "General Li, do you have no idea why we are withdrawing? The Wa army is thirty thousand strong! This time, we only wiped out fifty thousand; although our army suffered no major losses, it was only because we caught the enemy off guard that we achieved such results. Now that the Wa army is on alert, and our total combined force is only one hundred and fifty thousand, do you still dare to press the attack?"

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As soon as these words were spoken.

Li Zhenzhu's expression shifted slightly.

"This"

Li Zhenzhu was stumped by the question.

Them?

The pressure from the imperial court was too great!

He had to take advantage of the victory brought by the Longyan Army's reinforcements to give the court an account.

Xiao Qian gave a cold laugh: "Who is going to fight? You?"

"You, you, you"

Li Zhenzhu was so angry she could barely breathe.

Actually, this could not be blamed on Li Zhenzhu.

If the Li Dynasty could fight, these cities would not have been lost; he naturally wanted to use Xiao Qian's fifty thousand troops as the main force to earn some political achievements for himself.

With a bang.

Xiao Qian slammed the table hard and shouted, "General Li, my Longyan Army is here to reinforce your Li Dynasty, not to be the primary combat force! Delusionally trying to use my brothers' lives to fish for fame for yourself—what a pipe dream! We must hold our ground now and wait for reinforcements before we can fight the Wa!"

Xiao Qian scoffed, "I won't see you out."

"Fine, fine, fine! General Xiao, you really don't care about the safety of Vice Minister Liu in Hancheng at all, do you?"

A flash of murderous intent appeared in Li Zhenzhu's eyes.

It was because the imperial court was sending letters to urge him every day. As a bigwig of the Southerner Party, he had to win a battle to show the court.

They, the Southern Faction, had to win the King's trust, and that required a few beautiful victories!

Li Zhenzhu gritted his teeth hard: "What if I insist on fighting?"

Xiao Qian nodded slowly: "I'll give you twenty thousand Longyan soldiers; let's see how you fare."

Li Zhenzhu was overjoyed: "Thank you, General Xiao!"

After saying this, he left in a hurry.

Only then did Xiao Qian slowly put down his wine cup, his gaze sharp as a sword.

Li Zhenzhu, suppressing the fear in his heart, met his gaze.

After a long while.

Xiao Qian smiled slightly: "These people of the Li Dynasty are always thinking about internal strife; their vision is too narrow. If they don't suffer a major defeat, they won't know their own worth. Pass the order down: the twenty thousand troops are to go through the motions without putting in real effort; tell the brothers to prioritize their own survival. Vice Minister Liu said that the Li Dynasty needs a defeat."

"Yes!"

"General"

"This person"

The Lieutenants and deputy generals nearby were burning with rage.

Originally, when Nashadier left Mashhad, Ling Chen had been unable to resist the urge to attack.

But Liu Zheng sent a letter telling him to wait a little longer.

Waiting for what.

Over here in Central Asia.

Ling Chen was waiting.

He had received the Young Master's letter a few days ago.

Finally.

The internal conflicts within the Ottoman Empire, just as Liu Zheng had calculated, erupted completely after reaching a critical point.

One Sipahi Cavalry unit after another began to clash with the Janissaries and started to rebel. Over a dozen powerful groups began to surround Istanbul.

Wait for the Ottoman Empire to fall into chaos.

Wait for the conflict between the Sipahi and the Janissaries to erupt completely.

Ling Chen was so anxious he couldn't sleep every day.

Support imperial power!

The calls began to grow louder, and many commoners joined the ranks.

Istanbul.

Drive out the Grand Vizier!

Welcome the young prince to the throne!

Drive out the Grand Vizier!

Three hundred thousand Sipahi, pouring in from different places, put enormous pressure on the entire Istanbul!

Ahmed was going crazy.

He never expected that letting Erdogan go to conquer the Safavid Dynasty would result in such an outcome!

"Are they crazy? Are they all crazy?"

Ahmed roared as if he were mad.

The entire Istanbul was already on full alert! Three hundred thousand!

He had no idea what had actually happened; for a king of the Ottoman, which once rampaged across the globe, to be reduced to this state was truly quite pathetic.

None of the other civil and military officials dared to speak.

Ahmed said indifferently: "Sultan, they are celebrating outside, our victory in the Safavid Dynasty, the glory of the Ottoman will return sooner or later!"

"What is happening outside?"

"What happened?"

Mustafa was still acting crazy, his state fluctuating between good and bad.

Everyone looked at all this with sorrow.

Ahmed then left the Wanggong, his face cold and stern: "No matter what, you must block them for me; you cannot let that bunch of Sipahi break into Istanbul!"

"Yes!"

"Is that so? That's great!"

"Fight, fight them!"

Mustafa laughed heartily, dancing with joy.

Ahmed nodded, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Where is Hamid?"

At this moment.

Hamid must be watched closely!

"The city defenses are on full alert."

"The grain and grass in the city are sufficient; it will still be difficult for them to break in."

The servant was reporting.

The servant spoke with absolute certainty.

Ahmed nodded, sitting in the Horse Carriage, quietly watching these citizens of Istanbul.

The news had been blocked quite well.

First, he must not be allowed to come out and respond to the calls of these people; if that happened, it would be difficult to clean up the mess.

Second, he must absolutely not be allowed to die; if he were to die at this time, it would only make the emotions of these Sipahi even harder to manage.

"Don't worry, sir, not even a fly will be able to fly in!"

He believed.

He could resolve all of this.

The Janissary were still there, after all.

When the Sipahi mutinied, he had already blockaded Istanbul, allowing no one in or out.

Extraordinary times, extraordinary measures.

He absolutely would not allow any news of the Sipahi rebellion to reach the ears of the capital's citizens, and absolutely would not allow news of the defeat at the front lines to reach Istanbul.

At this time, it was tightly surrounded, the residence of the young prince Hamid.

Three layers inside, three layers outside.

The security was tight; indeed, it would be difficult for even a fly to fly in.

As long as he resolved the crisis at hand,

the entire Ottoman would still be under his control.

Five thousand Janissaries.

To his Night Special Forces, these Janissary were not even worth considering.

Chaos.

He wanted this Istanbul to fall into complete chaos from within.

Jiang Xuan.

In a restaurant not far from the residence, he was quietly watching the situation here. He did not understand this European-style architecture very well.

But.

"Action at night!"

He drank a cup of wine and said indifferently.

"Yes!"